Serena's POV.
I stepped out of the bathroom, refreshed after washing up. Richard was waiting for me, his eyes locked on mine.
"Serena, please, can we talk?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.
I brushed past him, my shoulder grazing his. "No, we can't. You said everything you needed to say that day," I replied, my voice firm and detached.
I began to rummage through his wardrobe, searching for something. "What are you looking for?" Richard asked, his curiosity piqued.
I turned to face him, a sly smile spreading across my face.
"Contraceptives. I don't want to get trapped with your child in my precious womb," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Richard's eyes flashed with anger, and he yanked me backwards, his grip aggressive.
"Come on, Serena, don't tell me yo
